Jolene's POV

The bells on the door jingled as a group of people came in. I smiled at them from behind the counter.

"Hello," I said, smiling. "Take a seat anywhere you'd like. I'll be right with you."

"Thank you," a woman with hair that seemed to be violet said.

There were only four of them. The woman with violet hair who was gorgeous and walked with confidence. A couple, a girl with dark hair and white stripes in the front, which I thought was really neat. Then her boyfriend, a cute boy with kind eyes. Then there was him. He was tall and muscular. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He had a very "I don't give a damn" attitude about him that was strangely attractive. He was...

"Jolene!" my boss shouted at me.

I jumped and turned around.

"Quit day dreamin' and take their order! Please!" With that he disappeared back into the kitchen.

I stepped out from behind the counter. I dug in my apron pocket for my pen. I still hadn't found it when I got to the table.

"Hello, I'm Jolene and I'll be your server. What can I get for ya?" I smiled, still searching for my pen.

"It's, um, right there..." the gorgeous man said, pointing at my chest.

I looked down and sure enough, there was my pen, clipped on the V of my button up dress. My uniform was a pastel yellow 50's style waitress dress. I actually loved it.

"Ah, thank you," I said. I could feel my cheeks heating up as I blushed. "So, what'll it be?"

"I'll take the pancakes, the short stack, please," said the boy.

"All righty, and for you?" I looked his girlfriend.

"The same, please." She smiled.

"Hmmm," the lady with violet hair pondered. "Bacon and eggs, please."

I nodded and looked at the gorgeous man.

"Biscuits and gravy and a short stack of pancakes," he said, handing me his menu. He flashed a smile that was blinding. I stared, fearing if I spoke I'd stutter.

"And, um, uh, oh! Drinks?" I cursed myself for being so silly in front of them.

"Orange juice, all around," the lady with the violet hair said.

"Coming right up!" I smiled and got out of their sight as fast as I could. I went into the kitchen and clipped the order ticket in front of the chef, aka my boss.

"Took ya long enough," he spat.

A low growl escaped my lips. He turned slowly, his eyes wide. My eyes widened too. Had I really just done that?

"Sorry," I murmured and rushed off to get the drinks.

Logan's POV

"So, is that her?" I asked Storm.

"I believe so. Dark blonde hair, tall, thick build..."

"Thick?" I asked. I thought she looked great.

"You know, not skinny. And I don't mean that in a mean way at all! The girl is pretty," Storm said.

"What's her power?" Bobby asked.

"Animal like," was all Storm said.

"What's that mean?" Rogue asked.

"Not sure. Professor said he wants to work with her. Seems her powers are a mystery to even him," Storm said.

I looked over at her, I mean, Jolene. She was pretty. I watched her as she got our drinks ready and headed our way.

"Here you go," she said, setting our drinks in front of us. "Your food will be out shortly." She smiled and walked back through the kitchen doors.

"So, are we taking her today or are we just checkin' her out?" I asked.

"We're going to try and get her to come with us today," Storm said, sipping her orange juice.

Jolene's POV

I grabbed up three of the plates; the gorgeous man's ended up being two so I'd have to come back for his. I wasn't the best waitress. I was pretty clumsy and had dropped an order or five. But who was counting?

I walked as fast as I could without dropping the plates to their table.

"Pancakes, pancakes and bacon and eggs. And I'll be right back with yours," I said. I rushed off to the kitchen and just as I got the the kitchen door, it swung forward and hit me square in the chest. I fell to the floor with a thud. My boss peaked from around the door, probably afraid I'd growl at him again.

"I'm so sorry, Jolene!" He said, rushing over to help me up. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, straightening out my dress. I glanced over at our only customers. They were all looking at me but turned back to their food once they noticed me noticing them. All except him. We locked eyes for a bit then he looked at his orange juice and took a drink.

I went into the kitchen and grabbed his food. I sighed deeply, embarrassed to go back out into there. I took a deep breath and headed into the dining room.

"Here you go." I smiled big, pretending they hadn't just seen me fall flat on my butt.

"You ok?" He asked.

I felt a flash of heat surge into my cheeks. "Yup, I'm fine. Thank you for asking," I said. "Enjoy your meal." I turned quickly and practically sprinted to the kitchen. How embarrassing!

They were there for about an hour and a half. I had seated and served three other families in that time. Today was awfully slow. The four of them made their way to the counter with their bill.

"How was everything?" I asked.

"Great," the gorgeous woman said. "Jolene, I'm Storm. I'm a teacher at Professor Xaiver's School For Gifted Youngsters. And this is Logan, Bobby and Rogue." So the gorgeous man's name was Logan.

I'd heard of that place. It was a safe place for mutants, like me. I wasn't even sure what my power even was. All I knew is that I could growl like a wild cat. And it was kind of cool to be able to do that.

I stared, open mouthed, not sure what I should say. "I've heard of that place," was all I could manage.

"We'd like to take you back with us," Storm said.

"You mean, you all came looking for me?" I asked.

"Yes we did." Storm smiled. "Now, if you don't want to come with us, that's fine. This is more of an invitation..."

"I want to come with you. I want to know what my powers are," I said quickly.

"You don't know what your powers are?" She asked, a confused look crossing her face.

"No. I know I can growl and that's it so far," I said. "Just let me tell my boss." I turned and went into the kitchen.

"Go ahead," he said. I didn't even open my mouth. "I heard everything. I figured you were one of them mutants, with you growlin' at me and all."

I couldn't help but smile. "Thank you so much. I enjoyed working for you. Take care!" He smiled at me and waved as I spun out the kitchen door for the last time.

"We'll take you by your house first. You won't need to pack much. Just clothes and whatever keep sakes you'd like," Storm explained from the passenger seat of the van. I figured we'd get to fly around in a jet or something but I guess for around town, this was okay.

We pulled up to my house, I didn't live far from the diner.

Logan and Storm followed me inside. My parents were in the living room. They looked up and their eyes went from me, to Logan and Storn then back to me.

"Jolene...?" My father said my name as a question.

"Mom, Dad, this is Storm and Logan. Their from Professor Xaiver's School For Gifted Youngsters," I said.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Patterson," Storm said, stepping forward to shake their hands. My parents stood up and didn't hesitate. Logan, too, shook their hands.

"We'd like to invite your daughter to attend Professor Xaiver's school," Storm explained.

"And I accept their invite," I said. It just sort of flew out of my mouth.

My parents looked at me. My mother's eyes filled with tears as she stepped forward. "Awe, my baby is leaving home!" My parents were so excepting of my unknown powers and I was so thankful. We'd always known I was a mutant, we were just waiting for the day I would discover my powers.

Logan cocked an eyebrow, obviously used to parents flipping out over their child being a mutant.

My father hugged me. "All I ask is that you take good care of my little girl," he said to Storm and Logan.

"We will Mr. Patterson. I promise you that," Storm said.